Day 1: 30 Poems 30 Days

Looking back at the path
we’ve walked for miles
there is no one else
I’d rahter share the
trials and tribulations
of such a hard ascent.

The splendor along the way
has not been lost
to the tears and blood
worn deep within the trail,
and the joy of
your hand in my hand
your heart in my heart
moves us ever forward.

This summit and the next
–with its own beguiling, cloudy
shroud of uncertainty–
…this summit is a
glory all its own
and our time here
just as precious
as any
we’ve met thus far.

for my bride on our 18th wedding anniversary 


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